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Andrew Avila (2%)

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Oliver (1%)

Part 13

Andrew Avila (10/11/2001)

The door closed behind the Mandarin with a hiss. "Well..." Demuel mused, rubbing his skull, "either this is one very elaborate practical joke, or the Vau seem to think we're some kind of Chosen... Either way, I intend to get the Gehenna out of here." With that, he removed the small polyglass hypo of Elixir from his belt, and injected himself. He had been saving the rig for a needy time-- and this seemed to be it. For all he knew, the Vau might torture their Chosen to make sure they weren't wasting resources on the wrong people.

The painkillers and stabilizers kicked in a few moments time, and even though he wasn't all better, Demuel felt a little bit more like himself, instead of the bruised and bloodied pulp he was.

Magdelana somehow managed to keep the pills down, and crawl to her bunk.

"How are you feeling?" Demuel smirked, sitting on his own bunk. Looking at the suffering young woman, all dressed up for a date or a party, his smirk evaporated slowly. He let out a long sigh. "Uh... I'm... kind of... I'm sorry, sorry for all of this. Getting on the carriage, and all that... it seemed like a good idea at the time, you know?